EMOTIONS AND PAYING THE RENT

If only sadness was something you can see, I'd bottle mine in a jar and let the world see what they've done. Sadness is a pretty pitch black darkness that can trigger anything you never thought was in you. Find that in people. It's easy to realize when sadness makes the talk. You see their eyes so dark and in the middle, it glimmers dimly like a weak bulb in a dark room.

But I'm not able to touch sadness like I'm not able to touch the sound of his voice promising a happier frown. Let it go. When he comes back saying he's sorry, remember, to err is human and to forgive is divine. Everyone deserve to be forgiven for our inevitable mistakes but you're gonna learn it the hard way that not everyone deserve a second chance.

One day you'll wake up to see them wasting you again, crumpling up the pieces of yourself again and the day after, they'll knock on your door just to ask you for one more chance. Watch as the rain falls onto their face and how their ghost finds it's way into your hands whispering how nice it felt when that person holds your hand. Don't fall for that little happiness in exchange of countless sadness they can cause. Because you can never pick only the good side of that someone. They'll shake you too hard that raindrops will grain your glasses and they blur out everyone else in your life, telling you that everyone is dead. No, no, no.
Don't listen to him.

Everytime you see them looking down at the floor, you'd feel sorry though it was never even your fault. This world is a sad place and you can't hide from people or avoid from being hurted by a lot of things in this world.

At times, I see people facing the music with tears. Tears all over their sorry selves. I don't know. I've been there before so in words, it wasnt a very pretty place to be and I got tired planning my funeral so instead of choosing being dead i walked out of my tomb and live once again: regretlessly, more alone, away from what I find time wasting, and mostly giving less fucks about how I could get caught with all these crimes I'm doing. Sadness cost you every damned thing you ever had in your hands as they slowly slip past your grasp and leave you hanging.

Let the world follow it's own course. The sun will rise until it sets and the moon will call out the wolves and we will continue to live until our days expire. Let it go. Let other people, even those that we think we love so much, cry their hearts out and we should not feel sorry for them. Let everything gradually dissolve in the silence. Don't say anything.